"Qian, why don't I just feed your mouth first—by now you're as stiff as old stored vinegar." Lu Yun gave a mischievous smile, and with hands that had hitherto been steady, began to eagerly explore the full, swaying contours of Zhang Yunqian's ample chest. "Oh, stop playing with me! Go take care of my younger sister first—I can still hold on." Zhang Yunqian's heart, already fluttering, grew even more restless with each electric surge brought by Lu Yun's hands. Lu Yun chuckled, "Very well. Since Qian has spoken, don't say I didn't give you special attention." Zhang Yunqian's eyes dimmed slightly, then brightened with a crisp tone. "Really think I don't know what you're thinking? If you were to take me first, I'd probably go completely blank. Off you go—don't keep tormenting me here!" Although it was said thus, Zhang Yunqian still felt deeply aching and uneasy inside. Who would willingly share a man with another woman? Yet who could possibly manage to handle Lu Yun alone? Though the sense of floating like a celestial being was absolutely enchanting, after the beauty of that experience came the relentless, forceful pressure of Lu Yun’s steady advances—something far beyond what Zhang Yunqian could endure. Lu Yun flashed a smile, breaking the intimate atmosphere with a rather jarring question: "Hua Ying, have you washed yet?" The implication was clear—he was asking whether Xue Hua Ying had taken a bath. Hua Ying was momentarily stunned, instantly picking up on Lu Yun's subtle meaning, and a quiet surge of irritation began to rise within her. By her usual temperament, she would have already snorted, given Lu Yun a withering look, and turned away—yet now, as she reached the size of a duck's egg, her bird-like head, she managed to suppress her anger. She thought to herself: "You young fool! I came all the way over to offer myself, and you've gone and made such a fuss. If I don't end up being satisfied, you'll have a world of trouble." Though her eyes flashed a touch of displeasure, Hua Ying smiled warmly and nodded gently to Lu Yun, saying softly, "Of course. Otherwise, Qing would never have brought me here." "Overhearing薛Huá's displeasure in her English accent, Lu Yun didn't mind at all. Yet Zhang Yunqian did—she immediately walked over upon hearing Lu Yun's words. Whether it was because they were so familiar with each other, or for some other reason, she reached out and tugged at Lu Yun's ear, then twisted it sharply, scolding him, 'You young fool! What did you just say? Do you think women our age haven't been with other men? Are you really treating me like a virgin?' Zhang Yunqian said this because she believed Lu Yun was still holding onto his resentment over what he had seen between Xue Hua Ying and Qu Youcai on the sports field. Yet, to be honest, if it hadn't been for that very scene on the sports field, Zhang Yunqian would never have brought Xue Hua Ying over tonight for Lu Yun to meet." So, upon hearing Lu Yun's words, Zhang Yunqian reacted even more strongly than Xue Hua'ing herself, twisting his ears and saying, "I'm often bothered by my husband—how many times does he make me suffer? Now, is it because of this that you've stopped touching us?" Wow, this woman always loves to pinch his ears—besides Xinlan, every girl who's been with Lu Yun seems to have a habit of doing just that. The sharp, burning pain sent Lu Yun pleading for mercy, yet he said nothing. After all, isn't it precisely because of his large member that all of you girls have willingly come to him? If your husbands were any like him, wouldn't they have already worn you out long before he even looked at you once? "Uncle, please stop! His member's already starting to feel sore and limp. Xue Hua Ying saw the two facing off, and when her eyes fell upon the bird head now visible on Lu Yun, she suddenly gasped. The bird head, which had originally been the size of a duck egg, had shrunk by more than half. Fearing that if the confrontation continued, her entire journey tonight would be in vain, she quickly spoke out to intervene. Upon hearing this, Zhang Yunqian was startled and immediately released Lu Yun’s ears, bending down to examine. When she confirmed that Lu Yun’s bird head indeed matched Xue Hua Ying’s description, she regretfully pulled the bird head gently into her palm, kissing it with her mouth while murmuring, “Little Yun, hurry up and let him sit up. It’s all my fault—I’ve been so forceful. I’m sorry to you both, and I’m sorry to you too.” What was her way of apologizing? With a straightforward gesture, Zhang Yunqian simply opened her mouth, and as soon as she did, Lu Yun’s bird head was instantly enclosed in her mouth. “….” Xue Hua Ying watched her aunt’s actions and instantly regretted deeply—she had even turned pale with frustration. What had she been thinking? Why had she interjected? She could simply have gone up and taken the bird’s head just like her aunt had, and with her own skills, couldn’t she have helped restore Lu Yun’s strength? Plip. Plip. The sounds grew relentless, each one driving Xue Hua Ying to the brink of madness. While her aunt devoured the bird with joyful enthusiasm, she could only watch helplessly from the sidelines, feeling as though countless tiny ants were crawling over her skin, irritating her to the point of near-collapse. “Aunt, isn’t that enough?” Xue Hua Ying finally broke, having heard Lu Yun make it clear earlier—she had been instructed to go first. She hadn’t expected such a turn of events to unfold midway. Xue Hua Ying now regrets deeply, regretting why she had been so attentive to Lu Yun's words. Though she hadn't shown it outwardly, she had genuinely grown resentful of what Lu Yun had just said. If it weren't for that, she wouldn't have given her cousin the chance to take the large hamstick first—let alone let her eat a substantial portion of it. Hearing Xue Hua Ying's words, Zhang Yunqian didn't stop eating; she devoured her food with great enthusiasm, glanced sideways at her cousin, and then quickly swallowed several times before finally pausing, wiping the droplets of saliva from her lips and chuckling, "Yingzi, are you getting impatient? Don't worry—right now, I'm going to personally hand you Lu Yun's super-special, top-of-the-line hamstick." Indeed, Zhang Yunqian rose from her seat, smiled warmly at Lu Yun, and said, "Yun, I've already made up for my earlier oversight. Now, you and Yingzi should both have some real progress." Xue Hua Ying smiled warmly upon hearing this, thinking that after all, she was her cousin, and thus always thought of her when doing things. Lu Yun, on the other hand, showed a carefree expression—to him, there was little difference between Xue Hua Ying and Zhang Yunqian, no more than subtle differences in appearance and figure.